REMIX

Half an hour before leaving the venue, the parking spaces at the entrance were already full. As soon as we parked the car and walked towards the entrance, Fatty He ran into the person he wanted to meet in the aisle on the way in and out.

"Hey!" A thin, tall young man with single eyelids stopped him, and waved towards us, "Catch Fatty Alive!"

There were quite a lot of people on the side, we all stopped, why did he smile and shout back after seeing that person's face clearly, "Oh, it's not over, believe it or not, I'll sit on your back and kill you?"

That single eyelid and his partners carrying musical instruments came up to give He Gu a bear hug, ribs and pork belly duel.

"Let me introduce," he pulled those people to greet us, "This is from my previous band. Today I was watching the competition. I heard that my apprentice needs an accompanist when he is going on stage. She is still a pretty girl, so I'm just a dick. It's coming over like a dick."

"Screw you." Shan Eyelid poked him, and changed his serious expression when facing us, "We heard Fatty say that when we accepted apprentices, it was so frustrating. We took turns running on him several times. They are not outsiders, don't be polite."

"Thank you brother." Qiao Xinxin had a rare smile on her face, and thanked those people sincerely. "Please teach me more."

The purpose of He Gu's trip is also included - he was beaten by us, and he used all the moves of the sloppy and rolling, and finally agreed to be the guitarist to accompany Qiao Xinxin.

At first he refused. "Don't let me break the rules of the rivers and lakes!"

But the nature of his knife-mouthed tofu heart has been clearly understood by the few of us. It may be that I and Li Qianlan are of the same sex and have no lethality. In the end, Qiao Xinxin went out in person, just like when she first met He Gu. Putting his hands on the bar counter and poking his head out, his expression was still as cold as usual, like a cat abandoned by the roadside holding a cardboard box, he called softly, "Teacher He."

He why immediately knelt down.Without the slightest hesitation. "That's enough, enough, I'll help you find someone."

His friends have similar auras to him. From what I've observed, even if there is a slight difference in their attire, they are all the same at a glance.He is not as rebellious and cynical as the rock and roll youths in the general impression. Although he speaks vulgarly and swears at every turn, he doesn't look like a bad person.

Most of the people around are like them.Some of them are so professional that they beat us three poor students by several blocks. Some of the beauties who are in the company of three or five, I don’t know if they are here to sing or watch the game. They wear waist-baring T-shirts and hot pants. The crowd was so eye-catching that even I couldn't help but take a few more glances; there were also rap singers like me, with very representative appearances, black and super gold chain tattoos, and background music when they walked.

I was also absent-mindedly looking for the one I was waiting for among the various characters.

Should I call him and ask him?

But before I went to touch my phone in my trouser pocket, He Gu flicked my head while talking to someone on the other end, and pushed the three of us poor minors into the entrance of the bar, a long corridor leading to the basement.

"Who are you looking for?"

As expected of Li Qianlan, she has known everything these years, and even noticed my carefully concealed little tricks. When Qiao Xinxin heard it, she turned her head and asked me, "Did you date someone else?"

"...well," I said, "a friend wants to come and see me sing."

"Then don't screw up your acting." Li Qianlan rubbed my back with her hands, "I'm scaring you."

I know it's not easy for him either.Because of the unpopular selection of the song, it may not be effective if the DJ mixes it on the spot. It is better to bring our own DJ.A few days ago, he rehearsed with me a few times, and it was kind of like that, it just depends on how he performed on the spot.

At 13:[-], Qiao Xinxin and I submitted our participation permits to the backstage in turn, and then divided into groups to draw lots to determine the order of appearance. I just handed the note with NO.[-] to the staff, and found a few rare people of the same age in the team People, but they are all from Qiao Xinxin's group and the folk song group. A punk boy and a purely dressed girl are holding hands. This combination looks amazing.

Then we went to the venue in front of the stage with other people. The space here is wide and can be as big as four "Daybreak", and it is not a problem to accommodate hundreds of people.The three of us walked in front, and He Gu hadn’t seen his old friends in the band for a long time, and we walked behind talking about old times, and we could still hear Single Eyelid’s laughter from time to time.

Just when I was thinking about whether to call Gong Junye, the phone rang by itself, it was a text message.

I was suddenly excited, my heart was pounding, and my intuition told me that he must be here, maybe not far from me.

I clicked on the text message, and there were only four words: Look to your right.

I was impatient and went in the wrong direction. I turned my head to the left and then turned back sharply. I saw a man playing with a mobile phone standing against the wall outside the crowd on the right. The light above his head was ice blue. Couldn't identify his face, but I knew it was him.

"I'll go directly to the backstage to find you later," I said, "my friend is here, and I'll have a word with him."

I ran away before they agreed, but there were too many people, so in order not to bump into each other and cause trouble, I walked up to him slowly, not knowing what to say.

He looked different from the last time we met.I didn't care about being impolite, so I stared at him greedily for a long time, then laughed at him, "Long time no see again."

I secretly rejoiced that the light in this corner was dim, otherwise it would be embarrassing for him to see my flushed face.

"I'll be content if you're willing to come."

Because of the noise of people around, he couldn't hear me clearly, he suddenly lowered his head and put his ear close to my mouth. For a second, the skin on my neck brushed against him, and he said, "What?"

He still held my shoulder with one hand, and I felt this hug-like gesture and said again, "I knew you would come."

"Of course, I promised." He slid one hand from my shoulder and put his back on his back, maybe he thought it sounded convenient to speak like this, "Are you nervous?"

The result is that what I hear, smell, and feel belongs to him, the lowered voice, the breath when speaking, and the faint scent of perfume on my body, which contains cinnamon and musk.I got goosebumps.

"nervous."

This is so fucking tense.I thought crazily, the previous slight drunkenness had broken through to another level through such stimulation, and I thought I could still save it.

"Relax," he chuckled into my ear, "I'm here."

"Okay," I said terrifiedly, "I can rub some of your luck."

"Good luck."

Without any mental preparation, he took my left hand that was holding the corner of my clothes, and kissed the back of it.

The moment his warm and soft lips touched the back of my hand, he looked up at me.

"Give you."

……

I heard something crumbling inside my body.